"...One of them got away."
The scorched black earth was pockmarked with deep craters, as if it had just been plowed. A mangled corpse lay at the bottom of each one.
Of seventeen Monks, one had escaped.
Lü Yang's Secret Demon Yin Thunder had blasted the remaining sixteen to death. The Buddha Light, which should have suppressed Yin Fiend energy, had no effect whatsoever.
But this was to be expected. So-called "counters" were always relative. For example, water counters fire. Under normal circumstances, this is true. But what use is a single cup of water against a blaze that spans a thousand miles? The gap between Lü Yang and this group of Monks was even greater than that.
The escapee, Guangming, understood this point all too well.
At this moment, thousands of miles away from Lü Yang, a mountain forest served as the Monks' gathering point. Guanghai, the leader from the Pure Land for this operation, was present.
"Hm?"
